"This choice, could it be any simpler?"

In the midst of the boundless chaos.

Above the sea of clouds in the far south, there is a pond.

Mu Chen, by the pond, mumbled to himself.

Simultaneously, he slowly put down the fishing rod in his hand.

Yes, he is an interloper.

Happened to cross over to the primordial era and became a vague spiritual body.

Today, he awakened the Star Sea Fishing System and faced the choice given by the system.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for arriving in the era of Pangu's creation in the Primordial World, please make your choice."

"Option 1: Immediately go to the primordial world, witness Pangu's creation, potentially obtain the inheritance of the primordial gods and demons."

"Option 2: Fish for a hundred years and acquire a primordial spirit treasure."

Primordial gods and demons' inheritance?

Primordial spirit treasure?

Is there even a need to choose?

Surely the first option is better!

Immediately, Mu Chen transformed into a spiritual entity, floating his way out of the pool.

But as soon as he left the sea of clouds...

Within Mu Chen's line of sight...

He could only see a colossal figure at the horizon, towering to the heavens, wielding an axe and slicing straight through the chaos!

BOOM!

Violent ripples started spreading in all directions from the epicenter, with the energy they emitted possessing the power strong enough to instill fear in souls, even if it was just a sliver of it.

Mu Chen remembered...

This was precisely the first cataclysm when heaven and earth were born, when Pangu cleaved the heavens!

The limitless chaos was sliced open by this boundless energy. Even a slight residual force was enough to almost dissipate his spiritual body, which was already intangible!

Damn it!

Mu Chen furrowed his brows.

Because he realized...

This force was too powerful.

If he stayed longer, he would probably turn into dust in the blink of an eye.

With a decisive mind, Mu Chen practically scooted back into the sea of clouds in a panic.

In his heart, he was screaming.

"Damn it! The system has screwed me over!"

Everything is completely unlike what he anticipated.

The current situation was terrifying!

A hazy, illusionary breath alone was enough to kill him instantly. With his current power, there's no way he could go out there!

And at this moment.

With the birth of the universe by Pangu, his body transformed into everything, causing a new world to emerge from chaos, and countless beings started to awaken.

After endless eons passed, a great era began.

Meanwhile, Muchen had truly become cautious, and was merely hiding in this tiny space, quietly observing the outside.

"Ding, host's spirit body detected to be damaged."

"Fish for three hundred years, and you can obtain an Innate Spirit Treasure for protection!"

Again?

Muchen looked at this with suspicion all over his face.

After making sure there were no traps in the system and it simply required fishing, he set his mind at ease.

Innate Spirit Treasure.

That's something that even the saints value greatly.

A mere three hundred years means nothing, after all, the concept of time in the prehistoric era is meaningless.

Having this in mind, Dust Shepherd gently picked up the fishing rod and threw it into the pond.

He thought to himself.

I'm just fishing, I won't get beaten to death, right?

Three hundred years later.

"Beep!"

"Congratulations to the host for completing the hundred-year fishing mission, received the innate spiritual treasure: Replica of the Four Swords of Zhu Xian!"

The next moment.

He saw four fairy swords radiating endless power appear next to him, slowly revolving, emitting a terrifying force capable of slaying gods.

Back then, the demon Luo Yu relied on the sword formation composed of the God Slayer Spear and the Four Swords of Zhu Xian to kill countless enemies and dominate the prehistoric era.

A hint of joy flashed in Dust Shepherd's eyes.

Finally, it's here!

All these years of waiting have not been in vain!

But before he had a chance to speak, another beep was heard.

"Please choose."

"One: Continue fishing here for five hundred years, and immediately you'll acquire an ancient, ordinary cultivation method."

"Two: Utilize the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, taking advantage of the chaos when Pangu first cleaved the universe, conquer the primordial gods and demons, and you may once again gain a piece of Primordial Divine Treasure!"

Looking at the second option.

Mu Chen rolled his eyes.

Damn it.

Want to trap me again!

The last time Pangu cleaved the universe, he was close to being obliterated.

He needs to understand that he's now just a soul without any form of cultivation.

Any god or demon can obliterate him with a mere thought.

Even if he has the real Four Swords of Zhu Xian, it would be useless.

Let alone an imitation.

And, he can't harness the power of the Four Swords of Zhu Xian at the moment.

So, it is clear that the system wants to trick him into courting death again after surviving the first trap…

Having learnt a lesson the first time.

Without any kind of hesitation, Mu Chen chose the first option.

Continue to fish!

Would the congenital spiritual treasures be useful to him at this stage?

No!

At the beginning of the universe, any random guy would not be someone he can deal with currently!

So, why wouldn't he devote himself to regular cultivation?

Those who go out seeking factions and alliances blindly, they won't even know when they are beaten to death in the future.

The next moment,

A fishing rod appeared beside Mu Chen, and the other end was directly lowered into the spring.

The fishing began.

A large segment of memories related to cultivation methods emerged in Mu Chen's mind.

He followed the instructions in his memory, slowly closing his eyes.

...

...

In a blink of an eye, hundreds of years had passed.

Gradually, Mu Chen adapted to the flow of time in this manner.

Moreover, after spending centuries immersed in cultivation, he no longer felt lonely.

The thing that was never lacking in the void was time.

On the contrary, as long as one was alive, one could become stronger and stronger.

Finally.

One day.

"Fishing ends, please make your next choice."

"One: Continue fishing for five hundred years, during which your cultivation speed will increase tenfold in this location."

"Two: Enter the soon-to-start Dragon-Han catastrophe, join one of the three tribes, and gain two prehistoric treasures!"

Mu Chen took a deep breath.

The Dragon-Han catastrophe was about to start?

Then, there was even more reason not to leave!

These were battles of the quasi saint-level.

Not even much different from those of primordial gods and demons.

Unless he's invincible to the greatest extent, otherwise, getting a cultivation method could be more practical.

"Everyone else relies on the system, while I have to pit my wits against the freaking system!"

Mu Chen rolled his eyes.

He knew well that true strength comes from oneself.

He had just witnessed Pangu creating the world.

And the great calamity that befell the Dragon and Han races after the world was created.

No matter how fiercely the three races fought, in the end, the ones who were meant to die, died and those who were meant to run away, fled. It had nothing to do with him.

Feeling the speed of the surrounding spiritual energy increase by ten times, Mu Chen continued to cultivate diligently.

....

Time slowly passed.

"Ding, five hundred years of fishing has ended, please choose..."

"One: Continue fishing for eight hundred years and immediately acquire a hundred times the cultivation speed."

"Two: Join the Kirin clan, fight against the Dragon and Phoenix clans, with a small probability of becoming the initial owner of the Kirin!"

No way!

Mu Chen, with his eyes closed, continued to cultivate in silence.

.....

"Congratulations, host, on completing eight hundred years of fishing. Please choose...."

"One: Continue fishing for three thousand years, and gain the power of 'Heaven and Earth Profound Art'!"

"Two: The Kirin clan is in dire straits. If you step into this chaotic world, you can become the new king of the Kirin clan!"

No way!

Even if the original Kirin kneels down and calls me father, I will not do it!

....

"Congratulations, host, on completing three thousand years of fishing. Please choose..."

"One: Continue fishing for three thousand years, enhance the defensive capability of the surrounding ocean array. It cannot be broken by anyone less than a saint."

"Two: Join the strife between 'Hong Jun' and 'Luo Hui', expose the plot of Demon Ancestor Luo Hui, and win the respect and divine powers of the Dragon and Phoenix clans."

Mu Chen grunted in response.

The divine powers of the Dragon and Phoenix clans sounded really amazing.

However, I choose to continue my cultivation in solitude.

....

....

As time passed.

The great turmoil of the 'Dragon Han' period was gradually drawing to a close.

At this time, Mu Chen, sitting by his own water pool, slowly opened his eyes.

A wave of exceptionally powerful pressure spread out in the center of the area.